As spring showers soaked through to my soft skin,
In hapless home in youthful age akin,
Through stabbing sorrow's sleeplessness I knew,
I grappled grief as fantom fears came true.
He was gone, greener pastures caused his leave.
My haunted heart was left bereft to grieve.
For seven yearning years his loss for me
Caused suffering in mindful misery.
Those years that passed helped heal my hurting heart.
He returned, contritely claimed a new start.
My longing love fraught fitfully with cares....
God had answered this mourning mother's prayers.
3-19-22
*Note: when my son was 14 and a half his biological father stole him, taking him 2,300 miles away with promises of greener pastures. It was the worst regret of his young life. After seven years at the age of 21 he returned home. We remained very close until his recent death at 44.
~First Place~
My Lost and Found Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
I tasted your soul last night.
It left your essence to linger on my tongue.
Not to mention the scent that dances bare
there About my upper lip.
Or your aura’s nectar that has stained my mouth,
With fantom flavors of your character's own passion.
And then there’s that dribble of lust that clings to my chin
The same one that I dare to forget and wipe clean.
Only To be left with nothing But a dream.
I tasted your soul last night.
By Desi E.Sherman
Hard times seem to eat us alive,
We go thru changes.
Changes that we can't explain, or even fantom.
We hang on to those hard times and memories we make.
Even if we know someday all these hard times will come crashing thru our walls and end us all.
When the sound of thunder cracks into the night sky,
You will know another storm is rolling in.
More hard times are here to come.
Hard times come fast,
Some come slow.
Some come easy.
With a blink of an eye,
they will only be just a memory.